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Friday, July 31, 2015

My father spent several days in the hospital ... I hate being so far away. I wish he had technology. If so, I would send him this video. Dad, thank-you for everything. Don't apologize for anything. You taught your children by example. Never abandoned any of us. And included so many. You are beyond wonderful. You are my Father.

Monday, July 20, 2015

It's been a rough week at KB since I had to put my cat, Chalk, to sleep. I never realized how much I talked to him. It's a very quiet apartment.

I needed some real comfort food. These smothered chicken wings hit the spot, for sure. And they filled the empty apartment with wonderful aromas that mixed with memories.

It's a cinch to prepare. The gravy is incredible. Serve with rice, noodles, biscuits, or just a good, sturdy bread for sopping all that richness.

I love Bell's seasoning. It is mostly ground rosemary and thyme, so use those two powders if you don't have access to the real thing. Or poultry seasoning. The measurements are approximate, not exact. It's that kind of recipe. The red onion makes this dish. So many onions are now "sweet," I find myself using red ones more and more for their exuberant flavor and aroma.

Wondra flour is superfine and used as a thickener. Use flour mixed with a bit of water if you can't find it. Or use potato starch.

Place wings in bowl. Powder with seasonings and a drizzle of olive oil.

Place in a 9 x 9 metal pan, skin side up. Bake, uncovered for 30 minutes in a 400 F oven. Remove from oven and add butter and sprinkle the celery and onion around the wings. Lower oven to 375. Place back in oven for about 15-20 minutes. Remove. Add the cream of celery soup mixture being careful not to coat the wings. Cover tightly with foil and continue to bake for another 20-30 minutes. Uncover. Add about two teaspoons of Wondra flour. Add the minced parsley. Re-cover and bake for another 15 minutes to thicken the sauce. Serve with rice, pasta or bread.

Friday, July 10, 2015

I cradled and rocked him. Told him how much I loved him. Thanked him for all that he had given to me through the years, so many years, including the now-beautiful scar above my lip in his early scary, feral days. I wear it like a badge. A wedding ring.

Acute kidney failure.

The last two days, he wanted to sit on the back porch facing the woods. He knew. He loved Nature.

At the Vet's he was so unusually quiet. Tired. Exhausted. His head nestled in the nook of my arm. A slight purr. Tears into fur. And then stares ... beyond the beyond.

For as long as we were together, each day I left where I lived, I told him, "Bye, Chalk, you wait for me."

And he did.

Among hugs, caresses and kisses, tears, deep sobs, those were my last love words to him. "You wait for me." And I know he will.